Lulu
The voices behind the door carried authority — that cold, commanding edge only people used to being obeyed ever had.
My heart slammed against my ribs, beating in time with the panic creeping through me.
I recognised one of them. It was the same voice I’d heard in the council chamber yesterday. These weren’t low-rank mages or tower guards — they were members of the Light Water Council.
And they weren’t gossiping.
They were calmly assessing whether I was worth the risk.
“If the Dark Sorcerer senses the anomaly, he’ll come to this city,” one deep voice said firmly.
“Then she’ll make the perfect bait to draw him out,” another replied flatly, as if I were nothing more than meat laid out for sale.
“Or she’ll trigger our destruction. That werewolf heart isn’t natural. It belonged to
